The Last Enchantment
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
More Ghosts Of The Great Highway
Sorry that I could never love you back
I could never care enough in these last days
Her tears fell on her pages found me out
On her words I dont know what to do or say
Wading through warm canals and pools clear blue
The Tuscarawas flows into the prairie land
Riding back to where the highway met dead end tracks
The ground is now cement and glass and far away
Heal her soul, carry her, my angel, Ohio
I could never care enough in these last days
Her tears fell on her pages found me out
On her words I dont know what to do or say
Wading through warm canals and pools clear blue
The Tuscarawas flows into the prairie land
Riding back to where the highway met dead end tracks
The ground is now cement and glass and far away
Heal her soul, carry her, my angel, Ohio
posted by EL PADRONE at 2:23 am
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